I decided not to follow, the path was to well worn.

The walkers were all burdened with a look of wrath and scorn.

Except for faraway daydreamers and yes there was a few.

As long as they didn’t smile to long at the not too happy crew.

It was difficult to leave them but I knew I could not stay.

There was no hugs or sad goodbyes, just ‘you best be on your way.’

I sometimes think about them or see one in my dreams.

And sometimes they all laugh at me and are busting at the seams.